Private Voices: Part 11

Updated on February 6, 2020
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Mike is an amateur writer working on building a hopefully compelling story. He lives in The Village of Lakemore, Summit Country, Ohio.

The Story So Far

Janice James is a Private Detective haunted by the death of her son and a fractured psyche, forcing her to see her son Brandon as well as others. After a ceremony to honor their late son, Janice and her ex-husband Bill prepare to live together again. Janice's assistant, a young woman named Jennifer Gordon, known as JG, while happy to see them together now must find a way to work around the new awkwardness.

Janice was hired to help a man named Stanley Franco find out why his wife Ava is fighting a divorce. During the investigation, she stumbled onto a unique counterfeiting scheme designed to infect scanning machines allowing the user access to a company's funds. When her client was murdered, Janice turned her case over to the local police. She contacted someone from the secret service with help from her mentor, a former police officer named Sean. In the process, she found herself being watched by the FBI and Ava, a woman that isn't who she appears to be.

Samuel Saunders, an old friend of Bill, hired Janice to help his wife, Margaret. A former student blackmailed her using her past and Her bosses Pedophile past seeking revenge for his expulsion for assaulting a student putting him on a sex registry. With the help of Janice, the police, and her husband, Margaret came forward and helped end a pedophile ring and lock up around 65 people.

Ava, the wife, and murderer of her husband, Stanley Franco, while in hiding at Steve's Motel, watched Janice watch the events, wondering if she was seen and what was going on. Ava kills the teenage boy to cover her tracks. Ava Escaped to Mexico.

A strange woman (Bethany) disguised as a man hired three men to destroy Janice's office and kill Janice. The three men known as the Triple Ks or Tre Ks set a bomb to destroy the office and the cop bar beneath. They also Kidnapped Janice's assistant, a young woman named JG (Jennifer Gordon), to either sell or worse. A hidden camera catches the Tre Ks setting the bomb. In a twist, Bethany Kills the Tre Ks but planned on killing JG when one of the Tre Ks kills her and calls for help.

While Waiting for news on JG, Janice runs into her estranged father setting of a series of memories she would like to forget.

Part Eleven

Back at home, Janice sat down in her new living room and stared out an open window at the trees and the sounds of singing birds. She closed her eyes then opened them to see her old living room from when she was younger. On a loveseat across from her, she saw herself and Stephen Nathanael Lee or Nat. He was her first adult relationship. She was sixteen, and he was a seventeen-year-old senior on the track team. They were making out. She could remember how he felt, his smell, and taste. She would sit in his lap as they kissed. She could remember the feel of his firm young body up against hers, his lips, his hands on her. This was close to her first time with him or any boy. Like so many, he would later abandon her but right there and then he was the only thing on her mind. Janice remembered seeing him a few years ago. He was married with two kids and working as an accountant with a small firm based in Canton, Ohio. His runner's body was gone replaced with the look of a man that was a professional sitter.

Nat looked around then said, "you know I love you, and this is the right thing."

Janice stopped kissing his neck and said, "right, wrong, what does any of that matter… All I do know is that this isn't going any further than this."

Janice remembered this was the day she decided she would let him go all the way. It was there with his hands up her shirt that she planned her first time. Back then, she didn't do anything without a plan.

She whispered into his ear, "not now, but maybe after the dance on Saturday."

Nat stopped touching her and asked, "really, are you sure… I don't want to force, I mean…."

He had gone on stammering to the point that she couldn't tell what his position was.

She said, "I have never been sure of anything more in my life."

She knew this was a lie, but it did the trick, he had stopped trying to pressure her into something she wasn't ready to do.

Later that day, she met with her two best friends, Jennifer Green and Alison Green. They were not related, but everyone called them the Green sisters. She knew Jennifer for as long as she could remember. Their friendship was the one real thing in her life. Janice could remember her almost feeling attracted to Jennifer. When they were twelve, they would talk about kissing boys, and somehow it became about just kissing. They had kissed, and while it felt wrong, it also felt right, but they never spoke about it again. Alison was a year younger, but she was dating a senior on the football team and had gone all the way with him. Their relationship would eventually lead to teen pregnancy and a marriage that would end in about five years. They were talking about the dance when Janice told them her plan

She said, "Nat's parents are going to be up in Cleveland with his sister, so we will have the house to ourselves."

Alison said, "just make sure you have a condom because he won't remember."

The next day while studying in her room Janice heard something she didn't think was possible. Her father was laughing. He was on the phone with someone, and it sounded like he was flirting with whoever it was. It was a playful banter that reminded her of how she and Nat spoke. Hearing her father speak in a kind, playful tone made him seem like he was a different person. Her mother was outside, washing her silver 1983 Datsun 300zx. The car was her happy place, a gift from Janice's father on their fifth anniversary. Whenever she was sad or angry, Diana would go out and either go for a drive or wash the car. Her father's call ended, and he went back to his usual scowl. Janice wondered how he became this man. From everything she heard, he was a friendly, warm human being at one time, but something soured him. Janice grabbed her small video camera and waited for her father to make his move. About ten minutes later, he got up and went to the door.

He said to Janice, "let your mother know I'm going to the club."

Janice went to say she was just outside, but her father left before she could say anything.

Janice had Nat's Ford Escort, and she used it to follow her father. He went past the golf course where he had a membership. He and her mother referred to it as the club. He drove out to a seedy little motel near the old Richfield Coliseum, where the Cleveland Cavaliers played. He went into the rental office and came out with a key. On the way into his room, he placed a bright orange tie on the door. About ten minutes later, another car pulled up to the motel near where her father was. The car was familiar somehow. Janice stopped breathing when she saw her best friend Jennifer, get out of the car. She went up to the door with the tie and knocked. Her father opened the door and kissed her. A long, slow kiss with hands in every wrong place. Her father was pushing forty, and Jennifer was sixteen. Janice got out of the car and went to the door. It was a cheap room with cheap windows that echoed what was happening in the room. She would live with the sounds of her father having sex with her friend for many years. There was a tear in a curtain, and using the video camera, she recorded a few minutes of them, then she left.

Janice drove around for a while, trying to make sense of what she just learned. Janice would tell Jennifer about how her father acted. Somehow this girl was a confidant and her father's lover. She wondered just how long this was going on. Was her father a pedophile? Was Jennifer being used, or was she damaged? Janice found herself parked in front of Nat's house. Nat's Parent's bedroom lights were off. It was around eleven at night. Nat's bedroom was in the basement with its own entrance. She went to his door and knocked. He was awake studying for a test. He was in a tee-shirt and boxers. He opened the door and could tell that something was wrong by the look on her face.

She pushed him back saying, "don't say a word."

She kissed him as she pulled off his top then her own.

He started to say something, but she stopped him saying, "no, don't say anything."

She reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it hit the floor. He had warm hands, and his touch gave off a tingly feeling in her. They made their way back to his bed. She let go of what she just learned; she was in the moment at that was all that mattered. He felt warm and inviting with a scent of body spray and the faint smell of sweat. They made love for the first time. She remembered Alison and the condom warning. In their haste, neither of them went for a condom.

Nat wanted to drive her home, but Janice wanted to walk. Her house was just about two blocks away.

Janice said, "I need time to think about what just happened."

She kissed him then left him in his room, standing by the door naked.

On the way home, she said, "OK, I am an adult now, and as an adult, I need to do something about this."

She walked a few more steps then stopped asking, "but what should I do?"

Before she could see the truth, she would typically talk to Jennifer, but now Janice wasn't sure if she even knew her. She thought about all the times she and Jennifer were in her house with her father watching them. As young girls, they would swim topless, not thinking about it as being wrong. Janice made it home to find all the lights on. Her mother was pacing back and forth, mumbling to herself. Janice went past her mother, who didn't say anything to her at first.

Her mother stopped her asking, "have you seen my pills?"

Diana was having an anxiety attack and hadn't even noticed her daughter wasn't home or was just getting back around one am. Janice helped her look for the pills until she found them in the glove box of the Datsun.

© 2019 Michael Collins aka Lakemoron

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